His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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The sound of police sirens cut through the air. I could hear them getting closer, their lights flashing in the distance. I didn't move from my spot by the window as the

police arrived, guns drawn. They approached Nathan cautiously, assessing

the scene. The rogues, battered and

bruised, were being handcuffed and

dragged away one by one.

Nathan reached the front steps and

knocked, his hand still trembling from the

fight.

I hesitated for a moment before opening the door. Nathan stood there, bloodied, bruised, and holding the bouquet like it was some sort of peace offering. His eyes flickered to the toys scattered across the floor inside the house. They belonged to

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Oliver. The sight of them seemed to stir something in Nathan, a brief flash of guilt crossing his face.

"-" He started, then stopped. He cleared his throat, trying again. "Doris, I'm sorry. I've been a fool. I know I messed up, and I want to make things right."

I didn't say anything, just stood there, staring at him blankly. My silence seemed to make him more desperate.

"I brought these for you," he said, lifting the roses. "I know how much you love

them."

I raised an eyebrow, the coldness in my voice unmistakable. "I'm allergic to roses.

Nathan blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"Sienna told you I loved roses, didn't she?"

I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

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Nathan stammered, his confusion

growing. "Yeah, she-she said you loved them. I thought-"

out a bitter laugh, shaking my

"Of course she did.

brought me

the roses had made me

my skin itching so badly

Nathan hadn't believed me

cosmetic that had

reaction. He had sided with Sienna,

always.

as

didn't know,"

you didn't." My voice

always believed whatever Sienna told you. You've

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really,"

the boNqNet, his knuckles

am. I didn't

I interrupted, my voice

"Get out of my house, Nathan,

call the police again."

eyes widened, panic

"Doris, please"

"I said leave,"

I

there for a moment longer, as

I would change

didn't move, didn't soften, he

the bouquet of

his hand. I

steps, his shoulders slumped in

soon as he was

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leaned against it, the weight of

me. The house was a mess,

broken, the

in

a long time, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness,

Just indifference.

lingered in my yard, looking lost, broken, and bleeding. The sight of him disgusted me more than anything. He was clutching that stupid bouquet of roses like it was supposed to mean

that had

all things. He

never had.

I

heat rising in my chest as I looked down at

him I